No matter how bad it hurts
I will retreat into safety
My stories my sketchbook my songs
Moving the furniture around in my room
I will white-knuckle it into the future
Stick it out if it feels bad
Don't stop, don't notice I'm killing myself
If I get a feeling
I don't let it move me to action
Instead I will shove it down
Into the dark of my body
Where it will fester and burn away
All that is feeling and truth
Cause me to act in irrational ways
That perpetuate what came before
Questions about where you went
And who are you
And why are you working obsessively
As if you're checking out of your own life
Nothing feels under control
So you fold every piece of your underwear
Put it away in a small perfect space
So that at least you can have that
Feeling incessantly, crushed by anxiety
What's gonna happen to me?
Who do I think that I should be anyway?
Thinking I might want to run away
But anywhere that I'd go
I'd be met with the same haunted person
That I was before